Hermione lay awake and tried to untangle the jumbled thoughts in her mind. This wasn't like her at all, she normally knew exactly what she wanted and was used to being in control. But she hadn't been able to control her thoughts or actions in the common room.
"what was I thinking? Trying to kiss my best friend! God, what must she be thinking right now?" Hermione whispered to herself, turning on her side and closing her eyes, slipping into troubled dreams and broken sleep.
*Ginny's POV*
Ginny Weasley looked at her best friend who was staring into space across the common room. It was 1am and all their friends had gone to bed. She walked across the room and asked Hermione if she was okay. The brunette looked down at the unfinished homework and then up at Ginny
"Oh, hey Gin. Yeah I'm okay, I just got a bit distracted" Hermione said, looking a little flustered.
"A little?" Ginny scolded the older girl "It's 1am Herm" She laughed.
What an amazing girl Ginny thought to herself as Hermione rubbed her eyes and apologised for not realising the time. Hermione started closing all of the many books she was carrying. I don't know how she's managing all of this Ginny thought as she rushed to help the poor girl with her tremendous workload. As she hurried to close books and gather quills and inkpots her hand brush Hermione's and a slight tingle ran though her body, lingering on the spot that their skin had touched. She stared down at her hand in shock. That was not meant to happen with a GIRL was it? She looked at Hermione who was staring at her with wide eyes. An odd look spread itself across the brunettes face and then she had taken Ginny's hand in her own, and sliding her free hand up Ginny's body to grab hold of the front of her shirt. Ginny's entire body felt like it had been hit by lightning as Hermione pulled her closer and closer. She's going to kiss me! Why am I letting her? Why aren't I stopping her? Ginny looked at Hermione who had stopped pulling, and whose face was extremely close to her own.
"Umm Hermione…are you going to do what I'm thinking you're gonna do?" Ginny asked nervously, her feelings conflicting inside her. The older girl looked at Ginny and must have realised what she was about to do because she quickly apologised, grabbed her things and ran to her dorm. Ginny stared after the diminishing figure of Hermione Granger, and longed to hug her and tell her that it was fine, that they were best friends and this was all just a misunderstanding. She knew that the brunette would worry about this. Ginny sighed and gathered her things up, slipping into her dorm quietly and climbing onto her four poster bed without a sound. She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, her mind racing with unanswered questions. What were these electrical jolts she felt when Hermione touched her? Why had Hermione tried to kiss her? And why had Ginny wanted her to? She closed her eyes as the dawn poked through the gap in her hangings.
*Hermione's POV*
Hermione woke up feeling quite refreshed and sat up with a smile on her face. She grabbed her clothes for the day and headed to the showers, washing her remaining exhaustion down the drain.
"I'm so tired" Hermione yawned to her reflection and then proceeded to brush her teeth. Well then, maybe you shouldn't stay up until 1am then. A snide voice scolded her in the back of her mind. She ignored it and got dressed, and then with a final look in the mirror, headed down to breakfast in The Great Hall.